Ustadz, I Love U
ustadz A'ab

Ustadz A'ab came home in a shirt full of blood. Khomsah ma'am who saw the condition turned into worried about the state of the son.

" Asalamualaikum's...

" wa'alaikumussalam...., this is why your clothes bleed all like this, son ?" ask me to worry.

" lady....!" without answering the question the mother ustadz A'ab hugged her beloved woman with a little bit of a whim.

" why are you, son ? what's going on ?" khomsah is panicking.

" sir,...

" yes, son, tell me !"

" the person A'ab loves is sick this morning, got hit by a car and I watched it myself, !"

The tears are no longer hidden. Even though he is considered a whiny ustadz even though it feels no longer care.

" Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi roji'uun, then how is the condition of nak ?" ask me to worry.

" I went home before the doctor who handled it came out of the room !" answer ustadz A'ab lethargic.

" All right, clean up and pray soon, we'll be there again !" khomsah ma'am's orders.

" we ??"

" yes, I also want to see how the condition of prospective mother-in-law !" answer khomsah.

" Even I haven't expressed my feelings yet, mother has already told the future ghost !"

ustadz A'ab left after feeling more relieved to have evaporated the cry that had been in place than before. Had a small smile when the mother said prospective ghost. But it did not last long, even he did not know how laura's current condition.

After some self-cleaning, praying and complaining his feelings to the creator of ustadz A'ab looks neat with a black backpack on his back makes the mother squeak his forehead in wonder.

" there is a study where else le, did not you want to invite ibuk jenguk prospective mother-in-law ?" ask khomsah.

" who wants to study buk, this A'ab also want to go to the hospital !" answer ustadz A'ab.

" why is that carrying a backpack ?"

" change clothes, !"

" you want to go ?" asked the mother and answered one nod." le, inget lo not makhrom, there is his family anyway ?" continued bu khomsah and again quite answered one nod only.

Astaghfirullah pah 'Adziiim, true mother almost I forgot with my limits as a Muslim in associating with Muslimah, pardon the servant of Allah....

Ustadz A'ab turned back his steps and walked towards the room.

" why again le, already this afternoon ?"

" Mudikne bag ma'am'!" ustadz A'ab replied, shouting a little.

the mother just shook her head to see the behavior of the child who was in love. Shortly after A'ab returned, the mother and son rushed to the hospital.

Along the way in his heart, A'ab endlessly mentioned the name of laura in his prayers. I hope his heart will be okay. The mother who sat beside the son strengthened with a hand.at least she strengthened the son that in this matter he was not alone.

" My heart is pounding buk, I'm afraid to meet his family !" said Ustadz A'ab when he got out of his car.

" Bismillah, koyo ora ndue gusti Allah wae (rich do not have Allah only)!" the mother's chirp made her snort even though the words were true.

With a thumping heart, A'ab and her mother walked into the hospital. Austadz A'ab first went to the information center to ask where laura was being treated. After getting a hint the mother and child went back on their way.

" Bismilbornrohmaanirrohim....!" said ustadz A'ab when he arrived at the door of the nursery laura.

" wes, let's go !" the mother's anxiety.

" the ndredeg buk,...!"

" Asalamualaikum! " greetings from khomsah.

" ha'alaikumussalam,..!" room dwellers.

Handika was surprised when the person who was just talking about suddenly appeared in the room of the child. Had been worried should be talked about what was said by the wife but the condition is currently the man is not alone.

" sir, ma'am, how's laura doing ?" Tanya ustadz A'ab nervous.

" Thank God, thank you for bringing our son here so quickly that we are still given the chance to regroup with him !" reply with a smile.

"Alhamdulillah, but it is by the permission of Allah ma'am !" said ustadz A'ab who is still awkward.

Glancing at the beautiful girl who was still lying with her eyes closed with beautiful hair that had just been seen for the first time made her heart beat very fast.

Forgive my eyes, O Allah, I did not see it....

" Sir, buk, sorry if the beautiful hair should not be hidden so that not just anyone who is not makhromnya can see !" ustadz A'ab ventured to speak.

wrong, did I say that ?

Ratih and Handika stared at each other getting the words from ustadz A'ab. In my heart, I feel proud that there are people who are so concerned with the child.

" is the hijab mom? let me wear it !" now khomsah's mom is opening her voice.

" oh yeah, a minute...

Ratih immediately found a hijab to close the aurat of the princess. In the heart of the smile the child gets special treatment according to him.

"this ma'am,..

Bu khomsah grabbed the instant headscarf that Ratih gave her and immediately put it on the head of laura who was still a henchman in her sleep.

" Now, it's pretty !" said bu khomsah after her hijab was neatly attached to laura's head.

" Thank you ma'am, who's this mom anyway ?" Trained asked softly.

" i'm the cook of the pesantren family, and the mother of the child !" reply ma'am khomsah pointed at the child who had lowered his heart to neutralize his heartbeat.

" oah, I'm lucky to have such an amazing child !" puji ratih glanced at ustadz A'ab.

"Thank God, ma'am, he was a very good boy and never hurt me !" said khomsah.

The two women who had just met became familiar and told each other stories. Bu khomsah continued to issue words that could encourage Ratih. while ustadz A'ab who sat with Handika in a long shofa felt very awkward. whereas previously when meeting at pesantren ustadz A'ab not this nervous.

" what did the doctor say about laura sir's condition ?" ustadz A'ab opened his voice despite being awkward.

" laura will have trouble walking normally after waking up later !" handika replied with a sad face.

Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi roji'uun, may Allah grant you the power of ra,...

Ustadz A'ab fell silent at Handika's reply. It hurts in my heart to accept this reality.

" uustadz , !" call Handika to the ustadz who is silent in front of her.

" just call me by name sir, here my position is not an ustadz! "

" Alright, just get on with how you feel about my daughter ?" ask Handika to the point.

" dad you mean ?" Ustadz A'ab was shocked by Handika's sudden question.

" yes, what if my son after this can't walk how do you feel ?"

" Bismillah, if indeed I have to be honest, I am interested in the father not looking at his physical, since the father put the father's son in the brother that afternoon, so whatever the conditions later, whatever the conditions, will not dampen my intentions,!" answer ustadz A'ab steady.

Handika smiled with the answer of the person before her. At least he knows that the love of the child does not clap one hand. And there is hope to provoke the condition of the child.